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Diabolo diabolic

From the depths

Of the demonic,

A place of beasts

And twisted minds,

From the brimstone

And the fire pits,

The smell of sulphur

And of death and decay,

Is not the sort of playground

In which you would wish to play,

For this a realm malevolent

With a reek of sadistic irreverence,

That brews up hate, fear and shame

In Satan’s name,

These souls entered hell gates,

To suffer centuries where they subjugate,

For their loss of their faith,

In the darkness of hades

And all that it is,

Flowing with evil corruption of the river styx,

This is no place for anyone lime you or me,

Who has night terror and screams

This is the worst ever midnight that you’ll ever see

And cannot be mistaken for dream.